May 29, 2007 00:10
it's 12 o'clock on a tuesday
the not-so reguluar (but good) crowd shuffles in
there's a young man sitting next to me
making love to his bars, tabs, and cocain
he says, "girl, will you sing me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
but it's sad and it's sweet and i knew it complete
when i wore a different man's clothes
la daa da dee dah dah
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feelin' alright
well ________ at fazolis is a friend of mine
he gets me my drinks (and breadsticks) for free
and he's quick with a joke
or to light up your smoke
but there's someone with whom he'd rather be
he says, "_____, i believe this is killing me,"
as the smile ran away from his face
"well, i'm sure that i could be a musicstar
if i could get out of this (fuckingsucksyouingoddamnworthlessriflecity) place"
now ______ is a 4.3 scholar
who never had time for a girl
and he's talking with ______
who's still fucked up
and probably will be for life
and the blonde is practicing sweet talkin
as the best friends slowly get stoned
yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
BUT IT'S BETTER THAN DRANKIN ALONE
ohhhh la da da dee daaa
la dee da da dee daaaaah daa
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feelin alright
it's a pretty fuckin awesome crowd for a monday
as the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that it's here
they've been comin to chill
to forget about LIFE for a while
and the air smells like teen spirit
and the smiles seem more like a frown
and they sit around
and reminisce of this town
and say "man, what the fuck are we doin here?"